(fic) 50 Smutlets, #36 - Shaving
Title: 50 Smutlets - Shaving (#36, wild card)
Author: sage_laurel
Rating: Adult, NC17.
Pairings: Jack Sparrow/Elizabeth Swann
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the smut in my brain.
Summary: for the 50 smutlets challenge.
A Cut Above (Shaving)
"Hold still!"
"I can't, Jack, it tickles.." Elizabeth giggled as Jack stroked the shaving brush up her legs, spreading soap over her skin. Ever since she read that book about the prostitutes in France, she'd been wanting me to shave her legs, and now she can't hold still long enough to get the bloody soap on her, Jack thought with a smile as he dipped the shaving brush in the bowl of soap again. Elizabeth laid back on the table, which Jack had ceremoniously cleared of charting implements and spread with a sheet from the bed. The sight of her naked legs spread out before him caused a hitch in his breathing as he finished his task. Jack had never given a second thought to the downy hair that covered Elizabeth's legs, but the thought of completely bare skin was quite tempting enough to get him through the annoyance of her wiggling around on the table and not being allowed to take her until he was done.
The straight razor gleamed in the candle light, and Jack was momentarily glad that he'd had at least a bit of experience in shaving, no matter how infrequent, that he should not have to worry overmuch about slicing her to ribbons. Elizabeth, having never handled a razor a day in her life, had asked him to do the honors. And what an honor it was, getting to stand at the table with her laid out before him, naked and soapy, and a little giggly from rum. With a strong hand he held her leg still and drew the razor across her calf, drawling a path through the soap as he shaved off the fine hair.
"It feels so strange..tickly, but good too," Elizabeth said from above him, propped up on her elbows to watch. He is so beautiful when he concentrates so, she thought. And his face was a picture of both amusement and concentration as he carefully drew the blade over her skin. When he'd finished with that leg he wiped the razor on the edge of the sheet, dipped it in the basin of water and started on the other leg. Elizabeth traced her fingers down her skin, feeling the bare smoothness of her skin with no brush of hair. Jack studiously shaved her, making sure no hair was left from her ankle to her thighs.
Tossing the blade into the basin, Jack ran his hands over her legs, getting his fingers soapy from the trails the razor left. He watched his girl lay back, enjoying the feel of his hands on her slick skin. Elizabeth, suddenly feeling very wanton, opened her legs wider, wanting his touch on the places between. Jack's fingers found the dark gold curls, and watched them get foamy with soap as he searched out her center of pleasure. She moaned as he rubbed her, and watching her nether hair turn white with the soap gave Jack a delicious, devilish idea.
He reached back onto the table for the shaving brush and lathered it with soap again. Looking at Elizabeth and seeing her eyes were closed, he began to just slightly stroke her mound with the stiff brush, slicking the hair with soap, watching the curls spring back from the bristles.
"Jack," she twitched a little under his ministrations, "What are you doing? You're getting me all soapy..."
"Thats the idea, love," Jack said as he soaped her further, "You'll need to be quite soapy, after all.." Jack took up the razor in one hand and splayed the other over Elizabeth's belly, urging her down to the table. "Now hold very still, or this could be quite nasty..."
Elizabeth began to protest, but just then she felt the cool touch of the razor against her pubic mound. Jack drew it over her smoothly, working with his tongue caught in the corner of his mouth until there was no trace of the blonde curls left. Dipping the edge of the sheet in the basin, Jack wiped her legs and sex clean of soap, raising gooseflesh on her skin. She moaned, unsure of what Jack had in mind, but held still, legs falling open on the wood of the table.
God, that's beautiful, Jack thought as he surveyed his handiwork. He ran his calloused hands up her perfectly smooth legs, starting at her dainty ankles and up over her lovely pale thighs. When he got to her mound, it nearly knocked him over with desire to see her skin so white, her nether lips so exposed. She looked like a newly-bloomed rose, petals opening to the sun. It was almost too much.
With a ragged groan, Jack slid his hands under her backside to pull her to the edge of the table and lift her mound to his mouth. The touch of Jack's hot, wet tongue on her naked skin nearly gave Elizabeth convulsions. Her skin felt so virgin, so exposed, so sensitive. His tongue swirled over her, dipping into the slit to tease her even more. When he slid his tongue inside her to taste her arousal, she gave a shuddering cry and squeezed her small breasts with her hands, pinching the nipples between her fingers.
The feel of her naked sex under his tongue and her smooth legs wrapping around his shoulders drove all thought from Jack's mind as he tasted her. Looking up to see her kneading her breasts and feeling her arch her pelvis against his mouth was the end. Ripping down his breeches, Jack pulled her legs until she slid off the table and he fell backwards into the chair, pulling her down to straddle him. With an oath she clutched his cock, burning hot and hard, and aimed it right into her dripping center. Elizabeth trapped Jack's mouth with hers as she impaled herself on him, feeling the brush of his coarse black hair against her bare sex. It was irritating and arousing at the same time, and she rocked her hips harder against him as his tongue plundered her mouth. She rode him hard, rubbing her legs against his hips and relishing the scratch of his hairy skin on hers. The contrast of sensations was amazing. When Jack lowered his fingers to tease the top of her slit, she moaned into his mouth and felt her channel contract around his cock.
The wet clutching of Elizabeth's climax was too much for Jack, and he growled as he thrust once, twice and spilled his release inside her.
As they regained composure, Elizabeth stroked Jack's stubbly cheek and a smile crept over her lips."This may not have been a good idea, Jack."
"And why is that, my love?" Jack stroked her mound again, now sticky with his semen.
"Because unless I want my womanly parts to be as scratchy as your face when you neglect your razor, you'll be needing to repeat this process quite often indeed."
Jack smiled against her hair. "You'll get no complaints from me, love."
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Author: sage_laurel
Rating: Adult, NC17.
Pairings: Jack Sparrow/Elizabeth Swann
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the smut in my brain.
Summary: for the 50 smutlets challenge.
A Cut Above (Shaving)
"Hold still!"
"I can't, Jack, it tickles.." Elizabeth giggled as Jack stroked the shaving brush up her legs, spreading soap over her skin. Ever since she read that book about the prostitutes in France, she'd been wanting me to shave her legs, and now she can't hold still long enough to get the bloody soap on her, Jack thought with a smile as he dipped the shaving brush in the bowl of soap again. Elizabeth laid back on the table, which Jack had ceremoniously cleared of charting implements and spread with a sheet from the bed. The sight of her naked legs spread out before him caused a hitch in his breathing as he finished his task. Jack had never given a second thought to the downy hair that covered Elizabeth's legs, but the thought of completely bare skin was quite tempting enough to get him through the annoyance of her wiggling around on the table and not being allowed to take her until he was done.
The straight razor gleamed in the candle light, and Jack was momentarily glad that he'd had at least a bit of experience in shaving, no matter how infrequent, that he should not have to worry overmuch about slicing her to ribbons. Elizabeth, having never handled a razor a day in her life, had asked him to do the honors. And what an honor it was, getting to stand at the table with her laid out before him, naked and soapy, and a little giggly from rum. With a strong hand he held her leg still and drew the razor across her calf, drawling a path through the soap as he shaved off the fine hair.
"It feels so strange..tickly, but good too," Elizabeth said from above him, propped up on her elbows to watch. He is so beautiful when he concentrates so, she thought. And his face was a picture of both amusement and concentration as he carefully drew the blade over her skin. When he'd finished with that leg he wiped the razor on the edge of the sheet, dipped it in the basin of water and started on the other leg. Elizabeth traced her fingers down her skin, feeling the bare smoothness of her skin with no brush of hair. Jack studiously shaved her, making sure no hair was left from her ankle to her thighs.
Tossing the blade into the basin, Jack ran his hands over her legs, getting his fingers soapy from the trails the razor left. He watched his girl lay back, enjoying the feel of his hands on her slick skin. Elizabeth, suddenly feeling very wanton, opened her legs wider, wanting his touch on the places between. Jack's fingers found the dark gold curls, and watched them get foamy with soap as he searched out her center of pleasure. She moaned as he rubbed her, and watching her nether hair turn white with the soap gave Jack a delicious, devilish idea.
He reached back onto the table for the shaving brush and lathered it with soap again. Looking at Elizabeth and seeing her eyes were closed, he began to just slightly stroke her mound with the stiff brush, slicking the hair with soap, watching the curls spring back from the bristles.
"Jack," she twitched a little under his ministrations, "What are you doing? You're getting me all soapy..."
"Thats the idea, love," Jack said as he soaped her further, "You'll need to be quite soapy, after all.." Jack took up the razor in one hand and splayed the other over Elizabeth's belly, urging her down to the table. "Now hold very still, or this could be quite nasty..."
Elizabeth began to protest, but just then she felt the cool touch of the razor against her pubic mound. Jack drew it over her smoothly, working with his tongue caught in the corner of his mouth until there was no trace of the blonde curls left. Dipping the edge of the sheet in the basin, Jack wiped her legs and sex clean of soap, raising gooseflesh on her skin. She moaned, unsure of what Jack had in mind, but held still, legs falling open on the wood of the table.
God, that's beautiful, Jack thought as he surveyed his handiwork. He ran his calloused hands up her perfectly smooth legs, starting at her dainty ankles and up over her lovely pale thighs. When he got to her mound, it nearly knocked him over with desire to see her skin so white, her nether lips so exposed. She looked like a newly-bloomed rose, petals opening to the sun. It was almost too much.
With a ragged groan, Jack slid his hands under her backside to pull her to the edge of the table and lift her mound to his mouth. The touch of Jack's hot, wet tongue on her naked skin nearly gave Elizabeth convulsions. Her skin felt so virgin, so exposed, so sensitive. His tongue swirled over her, dipping into the slit to tease her even more. When he slid his tongue inside her to taste her arousal, she gave a shuddering cry and squeezed her small breasts with her hands, pinching the nipples between her fingers.
The feel of her naked sex under his tongue and her smooth legs wrapping around his shoulders drove all thought from Jack's mind as he tasted her. Looking up to see her kneading her breasts and feeling her arch her pelvis against his mouth was the end. Ripping down his breeches, Jack pulled her legs until she slid off the table and he fell backwards into the chair, pulling her down to straddle him. With an oath she clutched his cock, burning hot and hard, and aimed it right into her dripping center. Elizabeth trapped Jack's mouth with hers as she impaled herself on him, feeling the brush of his coarse black hair against her bare sex. It was irritating and arousing at the same time, and she rocked her hips harder against him as his tongue plundered her mouth. She rode him hard, rubbing her legs against his hips and relishing the scratch of his hairy skin on hers. The contrast of sensations was amazing. When Jack lowered his fingers to tease the top of her slit, she moaned into his mouth and felt her channel contract around his cock.
The wet clutching of Elizabeth's climax was too much for Jack, and he growled as he thrust once, twice and spilled his release inside her.
As they regained composure, Elizabeth stroked Jack's stubbly cheek and a smile crept over her lips."This may not have been a good idea, Jack."
"And why is that, my love?" Jack stroked her mound again, now sticky with his semen.
"Because unless I want my womanly parts to be as scratchy as your face when you neglect your razor, you'll be needing to repeat this process quite often indeed."
Jack smiled against her hair. "You'll get no complaints from me, love."
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